The next morning, the resort was alive with activity. Students were everywhere—laughing, planning excursions, taking selfies—but for Jay, her focus was entirely on Keifer. He lounged in the sun near the pool, sunglasses on, arms crossed, exuding that effortless, magnetic confidence that always made her pulse spike.
"Morning," she called, smiling as she approached.
He didn't move, just tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Morning… sleepyhead," he murmured, voice low, teasing. "You look… irresistible today."
Jay felt her cheeks heat immediately. "Keifer…" she whispered, glancing down at her summer top, trying to act casual.
"Don't act innocent," he said, stepping closer. "I've seen how you smirk at me… how you tease me. I can't resist you."
Before she could protest, he pressed a hand to her hip, tugging her slightly against him. His thumb brushed along her waist, fingers tracing lightly over her stomach. "You know what this does to me," he murmured, lips grazing her neck.
Jay shivered. "Keifer… people are around…"
He chuckled, dark and low. "I don't care," he said, leaning in for a soft, teasing kiss on her collarbone. Hands roamed possessively, fingers tracing lines across her stomach and sides, eliciting a breathless laugh from her.
From the corner of the pool area, some of the other girls noticed immediately. Whispers started.
"Is he… with her?" one murmured.
"Completely," another said, her voice tight with jealousy. "And look at her—he can't keep his hands off her."
Jay's friends, seeing the scene, nudged each other and grinned. "Go on, Jay," one whispered, leaning close. "You know he wants you. Give him what he wants—he's obsessed."
Jay laughed softly, glancing at Keifer, who was smirking at her knowingly. "I… I think he's serious," she whispered.
"Serious? Babe, he's insane over you," one friend said, nudging her again. "Don't hold back. You're driving him wild anyway."
Back in their room later, the teasing escalated. Keifer pressed her against the wall, lips moving from her jaw to neck, teeth nipping lightly, leaving soft hickeys along her collarbone. Jay's back arched, moaning softly as he trailed kisses down her stomach.
"You know," he murmured, hands gripping her hips possessively, "I don't think anyone else could ever have you. Not even if they tried."
Jay laughed breathlessly. "You really are impossible."
"And you love it," he countered, pressing a teasing kiss to her lips before returning to mark her skin. His hands roamed expertly, tracing every curve, claiming her with touches that left her flushed and breathless.
Meanwhile, the other girls at the resort—those who had been watching the couple—felt a pang of jealousy. They tried to flirt with Keifer, to get his attention, but he was completely focused on Jay. Every glance, every smirk, every possessive touch reinforced the fact that she belonged to him, and no one else could compete.
Jay's friends, noticing this, couldn't resist teasing her further. "See that?" one whispered, nodding toward the window where Keifer's smirk was visible even from outside. "He only has eyes for you. You're literally driving every girl crazy."
Jay's cheeks flamed, but she smiled, leaning into Keifer's chest. "He's yours," one friend whispered, smirking. "And he wants you. All of you."
"I know," Jay murmured, pressing a quick, playful kiss to his lips. "And I like that he does."
Keifer smirked, eyes darkening with mischief. "Good," he whispered, fingers sliding possessively along her waist, pulling her impossibly close. "Because I plan to remind everyone that you're mine. And I won't stop… not here, not ever."
The evening fell into long hours of playful teasing, soft kisses, and possessive touches. Keifer left marks along her collarbone, stomach, and neck—small, heated reminders of their claim. Jay's laughter and soft moans filled the room as the intimacy escalated, their chemistry impossible to resist.
And outside, whispers of jealousy continued to ripple through the resort. Girls stared from a distance, realizing they could never compete. Ella, though absent for now, would have seen the same thing if she had come—Keifer's obsession, possessiveness, and the undeniable fact that Jay was his completely.
By the time the sun set, casting the room in a golden glow, Jay lay against Keifer's chest, soft laughter and heavy breaths mingling. Her friends' teasing advice echoed in her mind, but one thing was clear: no one could touch what was his. She was claimed, desired, and utterly his—and she loved every second of it.